Falling
Falling. That weird sensation in his stomach made him feel sick. Trying to get into an upright position, he shifted his weight forward and was successful. However, it was short lived. Within moments, he had landed on a tiled street. It was just like Prontera. Except that it had gone for a time change. There were no guns, neon lights, etc. However, he detected a faint smell of blood in the air.
His muscles tensed. Sprinting down the street, the smell was getting thicker and denser. He came to the origin before long. It was a corpse with a blade wound, and there were many people crowded around it. Among them was one person, panting heavily, saliva spitting everywhere. The assassin flinched at the feeling of having minute droplets of water on his body. The man was holding a sword.
"This saliva-spitter must have killed that poor bastard… Why is the world I am in so… Weird? Why do people kill each other? This world, my life, it's so hard to comprehend…" the assassin thought as he pushed his way through the crowd, plunging both of his daggers into the blade-wielding person. He screamed, and it died off. A larger crowd gathered. The assassin was getting irritated. "It's none of their business, and it also served that idiot right…" he muttered to himself under his breath as two armored human beings approached him.
"By the law of King Midgard the second, I hereby arrest you for murder. Please follow us, and do cooperate." They said. A second later, they were both lying on the ground, clutching at their blood soaked stomachs. Before long, they had left the world.
The taste of blood on the assassin's lips excited him. He fought hard to restrain himself from making another meaningless murder. Turning towards the crater from which he came out from, he walked back there slowly. People stared at him, and soon, he heard the sound of more metal hitting the ground. Before he knew it, two metal chains were thrown at him. Dodging both attacks, he turned around, only to find himself surrounded by archers.
"Idiots…" he muttered as he cloaked himself, and pierced the archers with dark-brown spikes. Uncloaking, he used his sniper rifle. The people were surprised. They murmured among themselves, until, the first line of them fell. They ran screaming.
Smirking, the assassin ran towards the gates of Prontera, however, just as he neared, they closed slowly…